1. Growing Up As A Child Of Immigrants
Growing up the child of an immigrant has given me a unique perspective on life that a majority of kids my age will never have. In my home, I am
surrounded by the Ethiopian culture and language, but when I step across the threshold, I am greeted by a culture foreign to my own. I was
challenged with learning two more languages than most kids, Amharic and Tigrinya, which classified me as a student who needed ESL (English
Second Language) classes. My mom always said, "Ewedeshalo yenekonjo", meaning I love you, my beautiful. I was immersed in two different
communities, and had the impression of living in two different countries. I was faced with the difficulty of not knowing where I fit in since I am one
of a few kids who have this reality. Balancing
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2. My Experience With Diversity Growing Up
Everyone has their own experience with diversity growing up. Some kids grow up in a very diverse neighborhood and school district, while
others grow up in small farm towns where their closest neighbor is five miles away. It is always interesting to see how everyone is raised, their
beliefs, and their personal experience to diversity. No matter how an individual is raised, as an educator we need to make sure everyone feels
welcome in our classroom no matter what their background is. I grew up in a pretty small school district. My graduating class what roughly 54
students. Most of my fellow classmates grew up either in our small little town or on farms surrounding our school district. All of my classmates were
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Sure we had the trouble makers in the classroom that would try to push the teachers buttons, but the teachers never really held a grudge against them. I
feel this has reciprocated into my present day teaching. You never know what is going on with a student. If a student acts up constantly, maybe they
have something on their mind. I try to treat everyday as a new day, giving the students a clean slate everyday. Afterhigh school I went to the University
of Nebraska at Omaha where I participated in basketball and track and field while going to school. This was a major point in my life. I was
exposed to much more diversity than I have ever been exposed to, and it was a stepping stone for me individually. While I was on the basketball
team, we had caucasian and african american girls. Most of the girls came from large schools and had been playing basketball and only basketball
since elementary school. They had a lot of different interest, but we all meshed well together. One girl grew up in Kansas City, where she
experienced neighborhood gangs and crime. When she told us stories, I was always thankful for where I grew up. The track team was even more
diverse. We had athletes from Jamaica, Slovenia, Turkey, Russia, and United States. Talk about differences inculture. It was so fun and interesting to
have these girls on the team. We learned so much from each other about our culture and where
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3. "The hardest part about growing up is letting go of what you were used to, and moving on with something you're not." Growing up can be fantastic.
Growing up can also be scary. Many people do it on their own time. Others must do it quickly. Some have a nurturing family and a wonderful
environment in which to do this. Others still are not as fortunate. The point is that everyone's situation is different, unique. No matter how similar one
situation may seem from another there are countless other things that affect how a child might grow up. One's own life may seem perfect to those on
the outside looking in when in reality, there could be a constant struggle that is known to few or even none. For myself, growing up was something that
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This varies with each new location but generally she is gone Monday through Thursday. This was a hugechange for my dad and me because we were
used to her maintaining certain aspects of the house. My dad still worked a full time job so a lot of her responsibility fell to me. Things I hadn't
ever concerned myself with were suddenly mine to worry about. One of the greatest challenges I came to head with was one that people most
often encounter when they are older and that's how to take care of yourself. At age 12 I had always been reminded to do this and that. Reminded
that I had practice or have me run through my schedule to remember what homework needed to be taken care of. I had to grow up and take care of
myself in a way that I had never really had to. My schedule changed too. Where I used to get rides in to school with my mom, I now had to wake
myself up and get ready for the day at 5:30 a.m. to go into work with my dad. There, I would sit and wait until it was time to go to school. It stayed
this way until I turned 16, four short years later. When I turned 16 that responsibility for myself increased even more. I was now responsible for getting
myself everywhere I went. Around the time I got my license another change crashed down.
The hometown company my dad had always worked for, Barrel O' Fun, was sold to Shearers, another company of the same variety. When this buyout
happened my dad had to play by their set of
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4. A Speech On Growing Up As Children
Growing up as children, we experience a multitude of things that will shape us into who we are to become. No one child will go through the same
events as another. As a result, no two children will travel down the same path in life. Each route traveled is unique and exclusive to that kid who
traverses it. No matter what paths we take in life, a child's future will be determined by how he/she reacts to challenges that are presented and will
forever be affected by them. When I was ten years old, I was full of life and loved to play baseball. Every summer I played at the local youth league,
making new friends along the way. In this particular summer, the regular season had ended and the allâstar games were about to begin. It was a hot,
humid evening that I was soon to never forget. The day started like any other. I knew it was game day. It was going to be all I thought about. I
couldn't wait to lace up my cleats, grab my glove, and head to the ballfields. My coach, Mr. Wilson, wanted us to arrive early to prepare for the
game that night. I had my mother drop me off at the batting cage above our field where my coach was waiting. I took batting practice and goofed off
with my buddies, who were also excited and couldn't wait to start the game. Little did they know, baseball would soon not be the only thing occupying
their minds on this night. With the game set to begin in about 20 minutes, most of my teammates and I had already finished our preparations and were
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5. The Childhood Of Growing Up
Part of growing up is going though changes in your behavior and appearance. There are multiple differences we face from early childhood to being
a young adult. With many adjustments in our life's, some aspects stay the same, the little habits you do when your nervous or when you're tired.
Not everything has to change with age. Although I have changed since I was a child, being a selective of what I eat, being organized, and helping
others has remained the same. Since I was child, I have always been selective of what I ate. My particular eating habits started when I was around
six years old. There was an incident in this period in my life where I would get sick with certain foods. At first my parents thought that this cause
was due to beans. For a few weeks I did not eat meals that had beans in them. As we would find out, this did not work. I then tried a diet of not having
dairy for a few weeks, this would also not work. As a last option to see what the reason was for my nausea, I didn't have bananas for a couple of weeks.
As a result, I stopped feeling sick and to this day whenever I eat a banana I get nausea. There are also particular foods that I do not like. When I
was a child I didn't eat many vegetables. I personally disliked tomatoes, onions, and pickles and the only vegetables I would eat were carrots,
broccoli, and zucchini. As a young adult, I still do not eat these vegetables. Another way I am a selective eater is I don't like the
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6. Essay Growing Up
When I Grow Up..
"Being 'grown up' isn't as fun as the idea of growing up."
âAmberGrace Seguin
Remember when we were young and all we could think of was growing up and getting to do 'grownup' things? We spent our whole childhood
thinking of what we would do when we finally 'grew up', and here we are, almost completely grown up and we still haven't made up our mind of what it
is we will do when we grow up. We've painted this pretty little picture in our head of what it'll be like when we eventually do grow up, and when it
finally comes for the picture to be taken off the wall and put into action, it's not nearly as fun as creating the painting.
"Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional."
âAnonymous
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"The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives
himself, he becomes wise." âAlden Nowlan As we continue to grow up, we learn that being grown up is not as we imagined it. We once convinced
ourselves that growing up was the goal to achieve, and life would be much better once we were in fact grown up. When we in fact do grow up, we
think back at our youth and laugh because we thought growing up was the most wondrous thing to accomplish, but now, more than ever, we crave
for our youth; for the days we would sit in the grass and daydream of what we are to become when we grow up; and finally for the days when life was
simple and we could imagine it any which way we wanted it and no one could do a thing about it.
"A grownup is a child with layers on." âWoody
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7. Essay on Growing Up In The United States
We've all heard the phrase "Charity begins at home." This statement holds very true in my case, not because we needed help but rather because we
were taught at an early age to provide help whenever possible. In our current economy there are many people not just in our community but throughout
the world and beyond that are struggling. I was fortunate to grow up in a household with two loving parents who shared the importance of fundamental
beliefs and values. Cynthia Street, the street I grew up on, was a comfortable middle class neighborhood that served as my first perspective of
American life. Through my experiences in my neighborhood and also my interaction with my church family at Central Christian Church in Newark, I
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Their goal is to provide safe, decent and affordable shelter for individuals and families. When my son was in high school, he was interested in
becoming involved in a community activity. Together, he and I worked on a Habitat home that was being built in Newark. Neither of us had any
construction experience but we did know how to push a broom and haul materials for some of the more experienced contractors. It was later that I
realized this home was being built for someone that grew up with me in the same church years ago. For this reason, it became even more rewarding
to me. Many times I don't know who I am providing help to but I still get the sense of satisfaction knowing I am helping someone in need.
The Salvation Army is another organization that helps people in need. My mother has been on the board for the Salvation Army for many years.
Especially around the holiday many people turn to the Salvation Army for help. Numerous people have lost jobs or have health issues that prevent
them from being able to put food on the table. It has been extremely gratifying to work along side my mom, dad, husband, sister and brotherâinâlaw as
we were part of the assembly line filling food boxes that were provided to nearly 700 households in Newark this year. In addition to food boxes, the
Salvation Army helps parents fill the "wish lists" of so many young children
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8. Growing Up : A Short Story
My life growing up was an utter blur. I was young and had absolutely no idea what was going on. My brothers and I jumped from house to house and
constantly became some stranger's responsibility. Losing my mother to drugs, which resulted in me taking care of my younger siblings. Because I was
growing up in many settings and going through difficult obstacles, it allowed me to grow into the strong person that I am today.
Growing up I suffered from the constant guilt that my mother left because of us kids. She turned to drugs when she struggled to keep it together. She
also suffered from many mental illnesses; like bipolar disorder, depression, and anxiety. The constant mood swings and depression certainly affected
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She even made us go to the bathroom in a bucket. She was also very harsh with the beatings. She would call us worthless and make comments like
"Even your own mother didn't want you." We would get whacked for no valid reason. The condition of living was no longer tolerable; however, I
couldn't say anything to anyone because I was petrified that my brothers and I would get split up and be put into a much worse home. After about a
month or two of living in this horrid environment, our social worker came and temporarily placed us with our grandparents.
After being taken out of foster care, my grandparents were granted temporary custody of us until my father arrived home from the navy. Within the first
couple months they were great. We participated in family dinners every night and actively did fun things like playing games and going out. We loved
living there, until they got bored of us. They became very impatient with us and would become enraged when we would ask them for anything. I tried
relieving any issues of theirs by having them come to me. My grandma occasionally made dinner but for the most part I made them food. I was
changing diapers for my oneâyearâold brother Camron at the time and attempting to potty training my threeâyearâold brother Nathan. Cooking and
cleaning became a routine of mine. Living with them wasn't too bad, we didn't have to endure the constant abuse. I was playing the role
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9. A Short Story : The Story Of Growing Up
How do you define growing up? Is is so simply the process of getting older, or is it becoming mature and losing the innocence of being a child?
This is a loaded question and the answer can be found in literature in not only what growing up is, but also how it can happen so suddenly. After
reading these short stories, these three stories all have something in common. The children in it all seek independence from their parents, this is
shown differently between each of the three stories. The boy from the first story has a set goal he wants to accomplish without help, the boy from the
second story is breaking a tradition he has with his dad, and the boy from the third story acts without help on what he believes is an act of heroism.
From what has been learned from these stories, growing up is the time that a child decides to start being independent from their parents.
The first example of my thesis statement in these short stories is in the Tunnel, it portrays this well because the boy Jerry is very dedicated to
completing this task of being able to hold his breath for long enough to explore this tunnel he has found underwater. The dedication and the lack of
asking for help is mostly what proves my thesis. One quote I noticed that is one of first times that he becomes independent from his mother in this story,
"As for Jerry, once he saw that his mother had gained her beach, he began the steep descent to the bay."
This can be seen as the starting point of his journey and his
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10. Essay on Growing Up Poor
Growing up Poor I did not realize until about the 5th grade, what being poor was all about. From kindergarten until then, kids didn't really pay
attention to what you wore to school, what type of home you lived in, or what your parents did for a living. What mattered was how nice you were,
that you shared your toys, and took turns on the playground. Fifth grade started a whole new chapter in life. It started with a new school with both
familiar and unfamiliar faces and with that, new challenges that included trying to fit in with your peers. Not until I started getting questions like,
"You get free lunch? How?" or being stared at while standing in the 'free lunch line' as it was called in school, did I realize that I was different...show
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I had to go to school for that. I was about seven years old when I got my first big lesson. I was in love with a little girl named Helene Tucker, a
lightâcomplexioned little girl with pigtails and nice manners. She was always clean and she was smart in school. I think I went to school then
mostly to look at her. I brushed my hair and even got me a little old handkerchief. It was a lady's handkerchief, but I didn't want Helene to see me
wipe my nose on my hand. The pipes were frozen again, there was no water in the house, but I washed my socks and shirt every night. I'd get a
pot, and go over to Mister Ben's grocery store, and stick my pot down into his soda machine and scoop out some chopped ice. By evening the ice
melted to water for washing. I got sick a lot that winter because the fire would go out at night before the clothes were dry. In the morning I'd put
them on, wet or dry, because they were the only clothes I had. Everybody's got a Helene Tucker, a symbol of everything you want. I loved her for
her goodness, her cleanness, her popularity. She'd walk down my street and my brothers and sisters would yell, "Here comes Helene," and I'd rub
my tennis sneakers on the back of my pants and wish my hair wasn't so nappy and the white folks' shirt fit me better. I'd run out on the street. If I
knew my place and didn't come too close, she'd wink at me and say hello. That was a good feeling. Sometimes I'd follow her all the way home, and
shovel the snow off her
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11. Essay The Best Way to Grow Up
Growing up
Growing up is something we all have to face regardless of our age, gender, social or cultural status. Growing up is a gradual ladder toward changing
(developing) from a naĐĐve child into a mature adult. This change is shaped by the influential people and experiences we have met along the way.
Growing up is not an easy process in most cases, but with proper support and positive guidance growing up can be the most rewarding experience.
Through the journey of growing up we adopt a sense of responsibility and independence. Growing up is the difference between being told what to do
and what decisions to make to making your own decisions and choosing the path you think is right. Becoming independent is one of the most
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A couple years later my mom starting dating a man who is now my stepdad. He never had kids of his own making it harder for him to communicate
and understand a young person like myself. I would always try to act older when I was with him, maybe I could tell he had difficulty interacting
with young kids. As a kid I would only talk to my mom it was to the point where I would tell my mom things to say to other people for me, my
stepdad being in the picture taught me how to interact with someone besides my mom. He played a huge role in shaping me into a young adult.
Fast forward a couple years to 2013, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. This was not and still is not an easy thing to have to deal with. This
lady who was always this strong person who wouldn't take crap from anyone has now been beaten down too sick to get out of bed. Our roles have
switched now I take care of her, I lie with her for countless hours making sure she is okay just as she did when I was a kid. My mom comes to me for
security and reassurance now, I have to be there for her and stay strong. I had to learn to talk to her without crying every time I looked at her. When
you were a child your parent crying was one of the scariest things so I have had to do the same for her. This has ultimately pushed me to young adult
hood. I had to deal with this huge emotional disaster and the woman who I usually run to for advice was the center of the
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12. Growing Up In The South
I grew up in the south. Growing up there was like growing up anywhere else I suppose. Woke up, went to school, came home, ate dinner, and went to
sleep. Nothing exciting or special. Just a basic 17 yearâlong routine.
Some popular things to do there would be going golfing or riding down to the beaches. People like seeing the lighthouses and all the museums around
the coast. Other things to do would be going to state parks, theme parks, and fishing.
Since it is the south fried foods are very popular. Anything you can think of, they can fry. People also like to have cookouts and huge barbecues with
the whole family. However, there is a ton of fastfood restaurants there that most people will go to multiple times a day which isn't that
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13. Growing Up Research Paper
Growing up as an only child, you learn lessons about life earlier than most kids. I learn that you have done everything yourself. There is no one
else to blame when there is trouble. I moved seven times, meaning I have lived in seven different houses or places. With moving that many times I
learned to not get attached to people or places. For school, I ended up moving to four different school districts. Two of the school districts being
private and the other two public schools. My experiences from both types of schools gave me an insight to how people do things in life. Therefore, I
got the chance at a young age to meet at various people that live in our country. I'm first generation born and raised in the United States. Both my
parents went to college in the...show more content...
If you were to convert the cost over there back then it is drastically different. My parents have always worried about money. They have been afraid
that they would not have enough. Therefore this led them to always wanting to work. They had the usual immigrant story coming to this country. My
mom was very lucky to come to the country, though a working visa. My dad was able to come along due to being married. They didn't know anyone
and had left all of their family behind. I learned that I have to work hard since my parents gave up so much to give me a better future. They grew up in
a third world country where they had to focus more on survival than experiencing life. It motivates me to thrive and make them proud.
When it was my sophomore year in high school, I was going through I rough time. I had experienced so much that I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't
want to continue with life. I was simply tired of trying and fighting because it all felt hopeless to me. Then on June 5, 2017, in the early morning, I
wanted
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14. Growing Up On My Own
Growing Up On My Own
Growing up was burdensome. I grew up with my mother, father, and two sisters. Everyone in my family, including myself, were all born in the city
of Saigon all the way on the other side of the world in an "S" shaped state called Vietnam. My family migrated to America hoping to seek a better life.
When we arrived, everyone in the family had not one clue on what these strange, different ethnicity people were saying. Yes, we have come to
America, the land of prominent English speaking language, without knowing a single word in the english diction. This big move have impacted our
lives tremendously. It was late summer as we started to settle in the land of opportunities. My parents' goals were fixated on providing my sisters and I
the education we needed. They spent all their time working hard to provide for the family, leaving them no spare time for such things like ESL
courses. Considering my parents' ignorance in the English language, I am bound to instill knowledge to myself and learn...show more content...
During my high school career, I have found a love for volleyball. I joined the volleyball team my junior year as libero and captain of the junior
varsity team. After my first year, I was once again announced as the libero and captain of my team, but no longer am I just on the junior varsity
team, this time I was in the varsity team itself. Along the way, I have become the manager for the boy's volleyball team as well and it was an
unforgettable experience. My parents on the other hand, were very unsupportive with my athletic life. They do not like how volleyball practices and
games have taken over my time for the couple of months we are in season for. Therefore, it has been brought upon myself to keep up with volleyball
by going to mandatory practices as well non mandatory ones to keep myself consistent. I was very persistent with my self motivation and
determination; I wanted to be good for
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16. Growing Up Essays
What does it mean to grow up? Does it mean washing your car, paying your bills, getting a job? Does it mean getting married, having kids, and
sprouting gray hair? Is it necessary? Is everyone capable of it? Is it going to be hard and will it be worth the effort? All of these questions are
probably what made Peter Pan decide to never leave Neverland. Growing up means a lot of different things to many different people. If we look at
the words "growing up", we simply think of the physical aspect of ageing, growing tall and wide. But for most people, growing up means something
deeper involving a change in the approach that an individual has to life and the actions that are taken with it. In this essay, we will look at why people
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They can't just be told. Mistakes are made and we are held accountable. Such mistakes could include simple things when we are young like hitting
your younger sibling, or they could be as adults like not paying your bills. Sometimes, we have to make the mistake in order to be able to correct
it. We look at the mistake we made, for example, cheating on a test. We are pleased with the score. However, we see that we did not receive the
grade that was deserved. The other students all put in long hours of studying and in turn earned their good grades. When something like this
happens an immature person would not think much of it and move on, but a person who has grown spiritually into a person with morals will not
feel comfortable with this result, and probably not do it again. That is one form of growing up. It is important to feel responsibility for the actions
that have been taken. The next step is reacting in a productive way to that responsibility. In order to assume responsibility, we have to have a sense
of right and wrong which is only naturally learned by living life. When responsibility is accepted, we have begun to see the truth and reality of our
situation, as Peck describes. Dedication to truth is heavily involved with the concept of accepting responsibility because for people to see blame in
themselves, they have to have a clear plane of reality that shows the necessity of a solution from them. The eyes have to be
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17. Descriptive Essay About Growing Up
Growing Apart There are so many great things about growing up. Like learning how to drive, being allowed to stay out late, or just being able to
do things with your friends whenever you want. Something nobody ever tells you about growing up is that when it comes to friends, you either
grow closer or grow apart. I was about seven years old when I met Chloe. Chloe had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and was as skinny as a rail. I on the
other hand, was the complete opposite. She was also the sweetest person I had ever met. She cared about people's feelings and this made people like
her. I had short brown hair, green eyes, and was on the chubby side. While people loved Chloe instantly, I was a different story. I was quiet. I rarely ever
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The first things I noticed about Nathan were that he was about two years older than us, looked like someone who did drugs, and he was definitely
bad news. "We're going to go hang out with them outside instead of going skating," exclaimed Callie, "Do you want to come?" I thought long and
hard about it. These guys didn't seem like people my parents would want me hanging out with, so I passed and continued into skating by myself. I
didn't realize it, but this was the moment I would start doing more things by myself. As I walked into Skating I noticed my friend Dominic inside.
"Hey Cait! Where are Chloe and Callie?" "There still outside, I don't think there coming in tonight," I stated with a shrug. "Wait, they ditched you?"
asked Dominic. "I wouldn't say they ditched me. We'll probably hang out later." "Caitlyn you got ditched." Hearing Dom say that made me upset.
Maybe he was right. Maybe Chloe and Callie had ditched me to hang out with some guys. I didn't dwell on it though. I put my skates on and found
some other people to hang out with that night, Dominic being one of them. As the months passed, Chloe and Callie were hanging out more and more. I
was seeing them less. They were still hanging out with those guys they had met at the skating rink. Chloe was changing. At first, it was minor things.
The way she was talking was different. She was attempting to talk like those guys at skating, but it only made her sound uneducated.
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18. Growing Up
'Growing Up' by Joyce Cary (page 73)
Joyce Cary â a man â was born in 1888 and died in 1957. This short story gives no hint of the adventurous and varied life of the writer himself. He
was born in Northern Ireland and was educated at Oxford, before taking part in the Balkan War and then moving to Nigeria as a civil servant and a
soldier. He was married with four sons. Although some of his novels and short stories reflect his experiences in Africa, he also wrote about art and
politics. This short story looks at children and two of Cary's novels were directly concerned with childhood. Themes Children and growing up is the
central theme of this story, as it is with several of the other stories in the Anthology. However, the central character
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Ls. 92 â 106 describes the girls' violent behaviour and wild appearance. They are aggressive and they frighten Robert Quick, because to defend
himself he would have to hurt them. What is Cary's message about the relationships of parents and children? What, in your opinion, is he saying about
children here? On line 105 we see that they are now attacking him alongside the dog, they have turned into little wild animals. Ls. Ls 117â 119
comment on Robert Quick's thoughts about his relationships with Kate and Jenny. He is frightened by their unexpected violent reactions to him that
went beyond a game and finished so suddenly. L 129 says 'she was playing the stern nurse'. The children's aggression suddenly disappears and they
become concerned for their father. Do you think this kind of role play is realistic? Decide what Joyce Cary is saying about children and their parents.
Ls 141 â 146 show the girls adopting a different conformist role. They look like perfect daughters at their mother's tea party. Is their behaviour in the
garden more shocking because they are girls? Would it have been understandable for a boy to behave like this? What do you think Joyce Cary is
saying about women/girls? These girls are both
on the point of becoming adults and Robert Quick recognises that they are growing up. Lsâ 151 â 152 mention a boy who has behaved in a delinquent
manner by taking his
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19. Even tho many are lucky to have their parents together and grow up in one family that was altogether, I was lucky to grow in a divorced family
and I say lucky because I have become stronger because of this situation and even tho I have become stronger, I have also learned to cut off the
slack off myself. I grew up with 3 older male siblings and we were not the type to get along and share, some of us would help each other and the
older tell the younger how to survive through different circumstances but I was left out. I grew up learning everything myself and my mom never
really listened to me and because of that now I'm used to keeping everything to myself and she wonders why but that is not her fault. I had to
survive, that's what I call it because you either had to hide the certain special things you wanted and expect the worst out of your older brothers.
There were never any words of advice from my older brothers towards me and at the moment given I was only allowed to see my father on the
weekends. When my father said specific things he said is using big words, and at the moment I was too young and he was very wise as he had
been in my position. My two older brothers have a different dad than my older brother and I. The time my mom was struggling in working and not
receiving help from no one and had to maintain 4 male children that fought for food as it was scarce and fought for clothing even if it was too big or
too small. This has made me realize that the image a
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